Nature's Place

Lazarus Bee

They just keep getting back up and recovering. Having a good cleanup before takeoff.

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Mitey Bee …

Found wandering among the new flower plantings.

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A little coaxing gets her up on the stick and relative safety.

What slows such a diligent worker down so? Exhaustion maybe …

A little calendula nectar works a treat to get her going again.

Possible problem coming into view, around the vulnerable neck.

And there it is, not an insignificant burden to a little bee.

And then she was gone, off on the wind.

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Mantis

Recovered from the ground, having been knocked about in the watering. Time for a clean up.

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This restless slow moving fellow, I set him up on the calendula, didn’t seem to mind.

Occasionally stopping with a little colour and background for context, maneuvering for light.

Reaching out to climb on the lens.

Settled for a while.

Let us prey …

Spring has arrived in the southern hemisphere, my Brisbane anyway. Going by the small wildlife in the garden. Sun is up, enough, and the garden gets watered.

All winter we had mozzies and recently they disappeared, more or less. Probably that small plane circling overhead, dusting their nearby mangrove breeding grounds.

Otherwise life forms are burgeoning, sort of, with a few mid sized creatures who had matured elsewhere come visiting.

And then at night it all disappears into the darkness under the stars, and the waning moon.

The frog squeaks his pleasure in the damp dark forest, the garden is still.

Trials of summer heat yet to come. A different pleasure.

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Ghost

Mantis smiling …

It’s whatever haunts …

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Solitary Thing

Darkness …

Life forms in the darkness, shape, colour and light, and its nature. Something arising …

… the canvas upon which all is wrought, something arises.

Elegant butterfly, resting on a dried passion-fruit tendril.

Nature makes use of everything, no such thing as waste.

Even in the affairs of Man everything serves the whole.

And is seen to serve, in the process of negating …

… whatever arises inside.

Until nothing does.

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A Flower …

Small wasp feeding on the pokeweed flowers found growing wild in the bush.

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Blue billygoat weed for background. Another food crop for the little ones when much else is dormant.

The plant, ink/pokeweed, is said to be poisonous and it probably is, I haven’t tried it, and probably won’t.

Though I have tasted the dark ripe berry, where I got my seeds, and dried them in the sun. Before I knew.

It’s what children do with luscious dark red berries, though a ‘natural’ caution kept it to a taste, not a meal. … With a bit of luck I’ll have my own pokeweed plants flowering around the garden soon enough.

by another name. Pokeweed, or inkweed, and others. It depends on who is telling.

I like it for the fact it flowers when most other plants are not, it feeds the little ones.

In spite of it being poisonous to people who don’t know how to use it, or use it properly.

Everything has its place and this flower will be growing in the garden soon enough, with some luck.

The seeds are in the fridge for a while to come and then we’ll see what may be.

The garden calls out ‘yes’. And nature will have its way, within beauty being.

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Flowers Above

It’s just past mid winter here and I didn’t expect to see this half inch crab spider on the lavender buds.

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She takes up position on the flowering tip and stretches out her ‘arms’ waiting for a visitor to come.

Her vision may not be great, she opens her arms wide to the touch of my lens on the stem beneath her.

And begins waving her arms, perhaps as a warning or a way of appearing bigger than she really is.

It’s a common enough strategy, even amongst people who have taken it past the physically desirable.

To the emotionally or notionally deluded. But of course spiders don’t build psychic constructs of want.

They act purely instinctively in preservation of the organism. No self reflection or intellectualizing here. No thinking self.

Probably not the same crab or flower spider as last year, but she sure looks like a close relative.

Flower spider because they hang around blooming flowers to see what they can catch to eat.

No sign of her prey this time, there’ll probably be others this year, dropping into the garden.

Since she is almost fully grown she probably lived up in the nearby flowering trees.

Then sensed aromatic colour in the garden and dropped in for a look-see.

Now she’s gone … to pastures new, or tidbit to a passing bird.

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A spider’s lot. To live and die a spider. How simple that is.

Free to be everything spider is, no complications.

Of mind, minding things that don’t matter.

To a spider being …

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Bee

Rescued from the water, still a little wet. Breathing fine, antennae intact, tongue working. Where there’s life form functions.

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Grooming and preening, the better to do its ordinary job … of entertaining the people of earth.

A bit of a climb at times, a zigzag incline – where life reflects on self. 1 2 3, 1 2 3 …

Two steps forward. one step back … nature’s waltz, 1 2 3, 1 2 3 …

Getting on with its ordinary life, of being a bee.

Mostly gathering goodness for the hive, with an occasional hiccup.

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